Criminal Minds Conflicted Novels & Stories

I didn’t understand why at the time, but he said it was so I could defend myself, to ensure I would never be vulnerable again. When I grew up, I understood that the training was more than self-defense. Vicente was part of the mafia, and over time, I became his right-hand woman. Together, we were known as the Riveras, a family no one dared to challenge. Though this gave me purpose, I still felt empty—a part of me that needed more. I decided to take a different path and went to medical school.

"Thanks, Mother. I just hope we get this project. I want to see Jared Winter lose. I don't want to punish him because he cheated on me. I want to see his downfall because he's not a good person. He's a real Devil under the human skin, Mom. He does illegal things, hiding from everyone. He is the most sinister person I have ever seen in my life." My body quivered when those dreadful memories flashed in my mind. "It would be wrong to call him a human because he is a psycho killer. Who not only kills people mercilessly but eats their flesh too. He is a monster. Human trafficking, drug trafficking, extortion murder, robbery, smuggling, arms trafficking, gambling, prostitution, pornography, money

With his mouth full, he muffled, "What do you mean?" Rachel's voice dropped to a whisper. "They all have criminal records. Bad ones. Child molesters, killers, rapists, traffickers... the list goes on." She picked up her coffee mug again, her expression somber. "What's even more disturbing is that most of these men are prominent figures, politicians with connections and deep pockets. Their lawyers always manage to get them off the hook, and they walk free, escaping justice... until our killer finds them, that is, and brings their miserable existence to an end." Asher's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "So, the killer is targeting criminals?" he asked, scanning the files on Rachel's phone as s

I want to ask him where he is going but I lost my chance when he just walked out from the room. Once again, I tried to think something that can help us to catch the culprit but the lead that all we have is rotting 6 feet under the ground. 3 years after he was convicted, he began showing schizophrenic behavior until one day, he just died inside his prison cell. The investigation report shows that he lost his sanity because of guilt from his victims, however, there are writings in his cell that didn’t match this claim. His journal shows his daily entry of repenting and saying that he didn’t do the serial killings and someone keeps on visiting him, while feeding him the information that’s why

But I am considering Mark Rogers offer. The secret keeper is dangerous than I thought. He didn't say anything, but I could tell from his smirk, he knows about my past. My crimes. Those murders. I am not only a criminal on papers, but I am a real criminal, walking among the normal people. If he knows, then there is a chance my psychiatrist knows about criminal nature... And worse than Shane knows about it too. They both are psychiatrists. They both have good observant. "Did you call me?" Liam knocked at the door of my study room.

"Umm... I... I don't know. You have everything in the world," Vincenzo pretended to think seriously. Then he said, "I am lacking something," "What thing?" Wade looked interested. "A partner, a spouse," Vincenzo smirked. Wade blushed. "You don't hate me? I thought you hated criminals. After all, I've killed countless people, innocent and all. I've robbed and murdered -" "Shut the fuck up," Wade pressed a hand against Vincenzo's mouth. "I don't give a fuck to your background. Even the cops at the station are dirtier, sometimes dirtier than criminals. Who doesn't have an ugly scar or history? I'm not clean either,"

There is no rhyme or reason to such an act. ‘People do strange things in the heat of the moment, sir.’ ‘Don’t I know that already Navpreet ...’ said the inspector thoughtfully. He crossed his legs and took a deep breath. ‘Twenty-six years since I joined the police force, there is very little left for me to see. And one thing I have learnt – murder is an amateur’s crime. Of course, I am talking about the regular cases, not serial killers or gangsters. Murderers, they are ordinary people like you and me ... with just one difference. Their common sense has been trumped by their desire for love, freedom, money or power. It is usually one of these. And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter rou

I saw Camala and Gloria shooting me mocking looks from the corner, and I wanted to rip them apart. But suddenly, an elderly police officer walked over to Camala. With a stern face, he showed his badge. “Even though we haven’t figured out who the criminal is for this case, we need your cooperation for a case that’s more than ten years old!” My eyes widened in disbelief. I recognized him immediately! He was Officer Lewis. He had been in charge of my parents’ murder case! In the end, they concluded that Camala was my parents’ murderer, and the drunkard was the driver who was hired to kill them!

But that didn't mean I couldn't at least try to help her. “I know,” I heaved. “She'll work any other case, Boss... just not cases like these.” Just not rape and trafficking cases. I could feel anxiety swimming through my body, as Rafael's eyes bored into mine, burning me with an intense gaze. There was so much tension in the air, that you could cut it with a knife. “Fine,” he muttered finally. “I'll talk to her.”

Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of two individuals. Zellman: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of three individuals. Hitler: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of two individuals. Grimm: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of two individuals. Sven: Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of three individuals. -